Tough Girl
My mother used to send the fries back at McDonalds if they were cold. I guess she thought if we were going to eat such shitty food, it should at least be hot. I loved when she went all tough-girl on them. Everybody has their quirks. I didn’t even know how much I rely on her until she went away for a week. I had a tough week and I needed her advice. My sister had a tough week of her own and needed my mom too. We haven’t talked to each other that much in years. I don’t know what I would do without my family. I think I’d be only a fraction of the person I am. They hold me up. It sounds cheesy.
Yesterday was overall a crappy day. One of those days with a few ups and a lot of downs. I was needing a hug real bad. Finally, I sent a text to h, who will hopefully help me figure out some things today.
Sometimes I think about Lisa Maki, who taught me to be tough and conceal my emotions when necessary. How do you decide who you need to show your strong side to and who you can trust to show your weak side? I think maybe you should only show your weak side to people who you know will drop everything and be there for you when you need them. Otherwise, what’s the point?
